Who is she?
Running over tilting flagstones, Eyes that watch my reckless pace, Pushing hard against the darkness, Find her window edged with lace.
Once inside, I hear her music Barely breathing on the air Of mystic incense. Calm creeps over. Curtains flutter. She is there!
Green eyes set in moonlight pallor, La fée verte the role she plays. One by one she takes the cards And lays them, face up, on the baize.
One: a meeting with a woman, Green tattoo above her eye, Red hair falling on one shoulder. She will simply say, “Goodbye.” Two: a meeting with her lover - Stranger, never met before. Three: a chase, and four: a stumble, Five: a fall, and six: … no more.
Chill of fear that grips my stomach. She is gone. I start to scream... Waking now... I'm in my bedroom! Thankful it was all a dream.
Heavy aching head from drinking Absinthe all the night before. Washing, dressing – must go shopping, Get provisions from the store.
Walking home, I see a woman, Green tattoo above one eye. Red hair falling on one shoulder, Closer now, she says: “Goodbye.”